Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Enga anie ka ho tahaka ny anadahiko, izay ninono an’ ineny, ianao! Dia ho nahita anao teny ala-trano aho ka ho nanoroka anao. Eny tsy ho azon’ olona notevatevaina aho.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
Dia ho entiko ka hampidiriko ho ao an-tranon’ ineny ianao, ary hampianarinao aho; Hampisotroiko divay noharoharoan-java-manitra mbamin’ ny ranon’ ampongaben-danitro ianao.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Aoka hanondana ahy ny tànany ankavia, ary aoka hanohona ahy ny tànany ankavanana.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Mampianiana anareo aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Aza manaitra na mamoha ny fitiavana, raha tsy efa sitrapony.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
Iza moa iry vehivavy miakatra avy any an-efitra, mitehina amin’ ny malalany? Teo ambanin’ iny hazo poma no namohazako anao; Teo no niterahan-dreninao anao, eny, teo no nahararian’ ilay niteraka anao.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
Ataovy toy ny fanombohan-kase ao am-ponao aho sy toy ny fanombohan-kase eo an-tsandrinao; Fa mahery toy ny fahafatesana ny fitiavana, masiaka tahaka ny fiainan-tsi-hita ny fahasaro-piaro; Ny lelafony dia lelafo midedadeda, eny, lelafon’ i Jehovah. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
Na dia ny ony maro aza tsy mahavono ny afon’ ny fitiavana, ary ny renirano tsy mahapaoka azy; Na dia misy olona manome ny fananany rehetra ao an-tranony aza hamidy fitiavana, dia hatao tsinontsinona izy.
8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
Manana zandrivavy tsy mbola misy nono izahay; Ahoana no hataonay amin’ ny zandrivavinay, raha mby amin’ izay andro hangatahan’ olona azy ho vady?
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
Raha manda izy, dia hanangananay tilikambo volafotsy eo an-tampony; Fa raha varavarana kosa izy, dia hotampenanay hazo fisaka sedera.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Mànda aho, dia toy ny tilikambo ny nonoko. Raha eo imasony dia toy ny efa mahita soa aho.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Solomona nanan-tanim-boaloboka tao Bala-hamona; Nahofany tamin’ olona mpiandry voly ny tanim-boaloboka, ka samy tsy maintsy mitondra sekely volafotsy arivo ho solon’ ny vokatra.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Ny tanim-boaloboko, eny, ilay an’ ny tenako, dia eto anatrehako, Ny arivo kosa dia anao, ry Solomona, ary ny roan-jato ho an’ izay mpiandry voly.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Ry mitoetra eny an-tsaha! Te-hihaino ny feonao ireo namako; Mba ampandreneso izany koa aho.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Mandosira, ry malalako, ary aoka ianao mba ho toy ny gazela na ny diera tanora eny an-tendrombohitry ny zava-manitra.
